Evil Deeds FEAT. Ghostface Killah
Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics


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People have told me
You have ways of killing without dealing a mob
Well so have I

Yeah, come on, what's the deal?

Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year blimp
Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you
Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne
So I can offer you a tummy tuck
See your stomach is stapled, it's on
It's dangerous down my alley, dog
It's like the halls and I'm outy, dog
Hear the shanks scratching the gate?
See the god Tone standing here for dolo, give you an '89 whooping
Leave your body looking like you was raped
And don't ever come at me sideways, hands in your pocket
'cause I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm out your socket
Ya'll little niggas watch it, I do this for free
Knocking rappers out, trust me, over a clown, I'm not here to make a profit
Nigga, if this was the arts, it be the best kung fu
And I'm Tone Yao Chin, serving ya'll wonton soup
I do shit like disarm a group, drink a 40 with him
And tell ya'll niggas stay the fuck out my loot

[Chorus]
My nina, my nine-ah, Medina, marauder
Sabrina, discard her, redeem her, for Allah
Supreme architecture, the beat spark connector
Inject in my serum, infiltrate in your sector

Bobby Steels keep steels concealed, be still
Leave you fifty shot banana clips with free refils
Guns bursting, one person is curtains for certain
Most often fill coffins, no nursing or surgeons
Is needed, bloods depleated, your body deleted
Like unsaved wav files, no way to retrive it
Best believe it, frosting the cat
I remember that, my moms put gunpowder inside my Similac
My brain is untamed, some claim, that's stunning strangers
'cause of my basement, I keep studios in gun ranges
Plus, I got more G's than Sicily
Pizzeria rotisserie, burn MC's out they misery

[Chorus]

Aiyo, Ghost, these niggas pussy, mind that take mine
I feel you, form on 'em, yeah, I ain't sharping nothing
I put it in they mouth, I have a nigga kiss the nine
I be mellow, next minute flip, like I just sniffed a line
Ya'll never committed crimes, your rap line forgery
Niggas want war, I invite all cordialy
They assed out morally, how they in skinny jeans
And never fix they mouth to even fucking go to war with me
Oh, that's how you feel, then handle that accordingly
Lay 'em out, bounce before the jake is even on to me
Lay back in the crib, your bitch give me orally
I don't want beef, I'm like Pookie, this is caling me
I ain't with that Twitter shit, nigga try to follow me
Watch you get hit like the Mega Million lottery
I don't got time to be, playing with you faggots
I'mma show you muthafuckas why the call me Havoc, H

So, these killings
When are they gonna come to an end?
Will he ever finish?
Probably the next to see, he must find the Lizard

[Chorus]

You just asked me, when will it end?
Hahahahaha, well let me tell you




Once an evil deed is done, then it never ends
It goes on, and it will go on forever

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of this song, “People have told me, You have ways of killing without dealing a mob/Well so have I,” set the tone for the darkness and violence to come. The song is a collaboration between the Wu-Tang Clan and Ghostface Killah, and it is filled with graphic descriptions of murder, torture, and gang violence. The lyrics paint a picture of a world where violence is an everyday occurrence and there is no escape from its horrors.


The first verse features Ghostface Killah rapping about his street credibility and his willingness to use violence to protect his reputation. He boasts about his wealth and power, and threatens anyone who challenges him. In the chorus, the group members rhyme about their guns, their connection to a higher power, and their dominance over the rap world. The verses that follow continue in the same vein, with violent descriptions of beatings, shootings, and other forms of brutality.


The song is a disturbing example of gangster rap, a subgenre of hip hop that began in the late 1980s and became increasingly popular in the 1990s. Gangster rap is characterized by its emphasis on the harsh reality of life on the streets, with lyrics that often glorify violence, drug use, and other illegal activities. While some critics argue that gangster rap promotes a culture of violence and contributes to the degradation of society, others point to its roots in poverty and racism and see it as a powerful form of social commentary.


Line by Line Meaning

People have told me
I've been hearing rumors about you


You have ways of killing without dealing a mob
You're known for your ability to commit murder without involving others


Well so have I
I'm capable of doing the same


Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year blimp
My pockets are full of money


Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you
I have guns loaded with bullets and waiting for you


Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne
I want you to step down from your fake position of power


So I can offer you a tummy tuck
I'll beat you up so badly that you'll need surgery to fix your stomach


See your stomach is stapled, it's on
You've had weight loss surgery and your stomach is stapled


It's dangerous down my alley, dog
My area is not safe


It's like the halls and I'm outy, dog
I'll be out of there quickly like a student skipping class


Hear the shanks scratching the gate?
Can you hear the sound of knives being sharpened?


See the god Tone standing here for dolo, give you an '89 whooping
I'm here by myself and I'm going to give you a beating like it's 1989


Leave your body looking like you was raped
I'll beat you up so badly that it will look like you were sexually assaulted


And don't ever come at me sideways, hands in your pocket
Don't try to confront me in a sneaky way with your hands in your pockets


'cause I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm out your socket
I'll be as brutal as Steven Segal and rip your arm out of its socket


Ya'll little niggas watch it, I do this for free
You should be careful because I'll beat you up without needing payment


Knocking rappers out, trust me, over a clown, I'm not here to make a profit
I'll beat up other rappers without getting any monetary gain, I just do it for fun


Nigga, if this was the arts, it be the best kung fu
If this was a competition, I would be the best


And I'm Tone Yao Chin, serving ya'll wonton soup
I'm like a chef, serving you guys something delicious and satisfying


I do shit like disarm a group, drink a 40 with him
I can disarm a group of people and then casually drink a 40-ounce beer with them


And tell ya'll niggas stay the fuck out my loot
I'm warning everyone to keep their hands off my money


[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus


My nina, my nine-ah, Medina, marauder
My gun is my protector and I'm attacking like a marauder


Sabrina, discard her, redeem her, for Allah
I'll throw away someone named Sabrina and then redeem her in the name of Allah


Supreme architecture, the beat spark connector
My rhymes are well-crafted and I connect with the beat perfectly


Inject in my serum, infiltrate in your sector
I'm spreading my message like a serum and infiltrating your area


Bobby Steels keep steels concealed, be still
My friend Bobby Steels keeps his guns hidden, and I'm telling everyone to be quiet


Leave you fifty shot banana clips with free refils
I have guns with 50-round magazines and extra ammo


Guns bursting, one person is curtains for certain
My guns are very powerful and can kill one person with ease


Most often fill coffins, no nursing or surgeons
People who I shoot usually end up dead and don't get to see doctors


Is needed, bloods depleted, your body deleted
I don't need to shed much blood to kill you, and afterwards, your body will disappear


Like unsaved wav files, no way to retrieve it
Your body will be gone forever, like unsaved computer files that can't be recovered


Best believe it, frosting the cat
You better believe it, I'm the king of the hill


I remember that, my moms put gunpowder inside my Similac
I remember when my mom put gunpowder in my baby formula


My brain is untamed, some claim, that's stunning strangers
My thoughts are wild and uncontrolled, which scares people who don't know me


'cause of my basement, I keep studios in gun ranges
I have recording studios in my basement, and also keep guns there


Plus, I got more G's than Sicily
I have more money than the Italian island of Sicily


Pizzeria rotisserie, burn MC's out they misery
I'll defeat other rappers with ease, like cooking pizza in a rotisserie oven


[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus


Aiyo, Ghost, these niggas pussy, mind that take mine
Hey, Ghostface Killah, these guys are cowards, be careful around them


I feel you, form on 'em, yeah, I ain't sharpening nothing
I understand, let's attack them, I don't need to prepare any weapons


I put it in they mouth, I have a nigga kiss the nine
I'll shove my gun in their mouth and force them to 'kiss it'


I be mellow, next minute flip, like I just sniffed a line
I can go from calm to angry in an instant, like someone who just snorted cocaine


Ya'll never committed crimes, your rap line forgery
I don't believe you when you say you've committed crimes, and I also think your raps are fake


Niggas want war, I invite all cordially
If people want to fight me, I'll invite them in a friendly way


They assed out morally, how they in skinny jeans
They have no sense of morality, and they also wear tight pants


And never fix they mouth to even fucking go to war with me
They don't even have the guts to confront me directly


Oh, that's how you feel, then handle that accordingly
If that's how you really feel, then do something about it


Lay 'em out, bounce before the jake is even on to me
Knock them out and leave the scene quickly, before the police arrive


Lay back in the crib, your bitch give me orally
I'll relax at home while your girlfriend gives me oral sex


I don't want beef, I'm like Pookie, this is calling me
I don't want any trouble, but I feel like I'm being drawn into it, like a character in a movie


I ain't with that Twitter shit, nigga try to follow me
I don't use social media, and if someone tries to follow me around, I'll get angry


Watch you get hit like the Mega Million lottery
If you keep bothering me, you'll get hit hard, like winning the lottery


I don't got time to be, playing with you faggots
I don't have time to waste on people I consider weak or cowardly


I'mma show you muthafuckas why the call me Havoc, H
I'll demonstrate why people call me Havoc


So, these killings
Referring back to the beginning of the song


When are they gonna come to an end?
When will the violence ever stop?


Will he ever finish?
Will the person who is committing these crimes ever stop?


Probably the next to see, he must find the Lizard
The next person to see the killer will probably be the next victim, and the killer's motive is unclear


[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus


Once an evil deed is done, then it never ends
Once someone does something terrible, the consequences will last forever


It goes on, and it will go on forever
The impact of evil deeds will last forever, and will never truly be resolved




Lyrics © MUSIC SERVICES, INC., Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: GINTAS JANUSONIS, BORAHM LEE, WESLEY MINGUS, ARNOLD MISCHKULNIG, NOAH ELIOT RUBIN, DENNIS DAVID COLES, ROBERT F. DIGGS, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA, ROBERT PERRY, JOSH D WERNER

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